I Hope They Get To Me In Time Chapter 1, a ncis fanfic

Hey everyone! Here's a little song-fic for you. Hope you enjoy it. Just so you know, it is kinda sad in a way, yet ends happy! Its based on the song "I Hope They Get To Me In Time" By Darius Rucker.

The parts that are in Italics are the ones that are kinda flashbacks/hallucinations. The Bold/Italics is the song. The regular text is the present day story.

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"I don't want my hair cut, Daddy," a little Tony cried as his father carried him to the barber shop.

"No son of mine is going to have hair past their ears," his father told him, opening the door. "Now, act like a good boy, or there will be no television tonight," his father warned him. That threat worked wonders on the little boy; television was his best friend.

"Mommy! What's for dinner?" Tony asked, racing into the house an hour later.

"In here, dear," Tony heard coming from the kitchen. "Ina is making your favorite meal today: Spaghetti and Meatballs," his mother told him, smiling at her only son.

I'm eight years old, daddy's cutting my hair
Aqua Velva on his hands
Mama's in the kitchen,
Got fried green tomatoes poppin' in the pan
I see a home run, a gold ride
Holding my breath getting baptized.
I see her beautiful face under that veil as she's walking down the aisle.

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Tony groaned as he tried to open his eyes. It took a while for him to realize where he was. The team had just finished a three-day long case involving a petty officer and her crazy ex-boyfriend. Last thing he remembered was leaving the squad room with Ziva and walking to his car.

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Tony walked into the lab room to find Abby typing away on her computer.

"Hey there, purty lady," Tony did his best Elvis impersonation.

"Tony! You're back! How was the trip? Did you like Israel? Was Ziva's family nice?" Abby asked, engulfing the man in a huge bear hug. "You have to tell me everything."

"I would, but I can't breathe, Abs," Tony chuckled.

"Sorry," Abby said, letting go of the man. "Did you enjoy the trip?"

"Abby, it was an assignment. Since when did I have fun on assignments?" Tony asked.

"Since it was only you and Ziva," Abby smirked. "Tell me, you guys realized your feelings for each other and have begun dating," she said, looking pointedly at Tony.

"What feelings, Abby?" Tony asked, avoiding the question.

"Don't lie to me, Tony! It's obvious the two of you love each other. Why don't you just admit to it?"

"Because there is a lot at stake," Tony blurted out.

"What do you mean by that?" Abby asked.

"I can't date Ziva, because I have a wife."

"Wife? What are you talking about? You got married?" Abby glared at Tony who took a step back away from the scientist.

"Abs, calm down. I can explain," Tony said, putting his hands up in surrender as Abby shot death glares at him.

"Apparently Ziva's father specifically asked for me to accompany her for the mission," Tony explained. "We didn't find out what he really had planned until we got to Tel Aviv. He thought it time for Ziva to get married, and wanted to see who the man was that she talked about all the time. Before I knew what was going on, Ziva and I were betrothed. It's not exactly married, but it's not dating," Tony tried to explain.

"You and Ziva are hitched, and you didn't invite me!" Abby yelled.

"We did not have a choice, Abby," Ziva said from behind the two. "My father would not let us protest it."

"So you're married, but not married," Abby said, trying to understand the whole situation.

"We are not married until we have a true marriage, but we cannot date anyone else. To break off the engagement, we basically have to have a divorce," Ziva explained. She had thought she was able to outrun this old tradition of her country, but apparently she had not.

"When's the wedding?" Abby asked, excited once again.

Tony and Ziva looked at each other. "We haven't thought that far ahead yet," Tony said.

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In the elevator, Ziva sighed. "You do not have to go through with this," Ziva told him, giving the man an easy way out.

Tony reached over and stopped the elevator. "Like I told you in Tel Aviv, if I did not want to do this, I would have said so then. There was nothing making me say that I wanted to marry you. Not forced me to say that I loved you. I love you, Zee-vah. I have from the moment you walked into my life, and everyday it grows stronger," he told her, brushing the stray hair out of her face.

"I love you, too," Ziva said, kissing Tony gently.

Tony opened his eyes again. Looking around, he tried to open the car door, but he could not move his arm. "Great, a broken arm," he said to himself. Tony tried to think back to what happened after he got into his car. He was driving down the road when the car coming towards him veered into Tony's lane. Tony jerked the steering wheel towards the right. All he ever saw of the driver was an upturned bottle of Jim Beam.

I can hear the sirens coming
Smell the gasoline and smoke
I'm pinned against this steering wheel
Pretty sure my arm is broke
I can see the flames and my life
Flashing right before my eyes
I hope they get to me in time

I could see the headlights swerve
So I cut the wheel to the right
Last thing I saw was the bottle turned up
as he crossed that center line
I see tiny hands, brown eyes
falling asleep to that lullaby
And you slide over next to me as I turned out the lights

Tony groaned, his head was pounding, and his whole body hurt just as bad. Closing his eyes to try to sooth some of the pain, Tony drifted off again.

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"Tony, we are going to be late!" Tony heard from the other room. "If Eli and Katie are late one more time this week, the school is going to jump them out."

"Throw, Zee-vah," Tony responded automatically. "They won't do it. Our fathers have too much power over that school," he said, getting out of the bed.

"Gibbs will not be happy," Ziva retorted, walking into the bedroom. "You have a meeting in MTAC at 9."

Tony walked over to his wife and pulled her against him. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked, kissing her neck gently.

"No, your son kept me up," she yawned, holding her growing stomach. "He did not stop kicking until I turned a Magnum, P.I. episode on."

Tony laughed. "Sounds like my boy," he said, placing his hands on her stomach. "I love you, Zee-vah."

"I love you, too, my hairy little butt," Ziva said, kissing her husband.

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'Was that sirens?' Tony thought to himself. Listening again, Tony could hear the faint sound of the sirens coming closer. He could smell the gasoline and smoke. 'Please don't let me burn alive,' he prayed. He felt his body growing weaker. No, he could not die this way. He was supposed to go out in a blaze of glory, not because of some stupid drunk driver.

He had to survive, Tony told himself. He had to tell Ziva how much he loved her. He needed to let her know that she was the most important person in his life, and that she meant more to him than anyone he had ever known. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He could not die without telling her how he felt.

Please Lord, I'm begging you
Don't let me go like this
There's so much left that I wanna do
So much I don't wanna miss

I can see the flames and my life
Flashing right before my eyes
I hope they get to me in time
Just get to me in time
Please get to me in time

Tony was fully unconscious when the emergency workers arrived on the scene. They quickly set to work on freeing the injured man. After thirty minutes, the safety workers pulled Tony's body out of the car and laid him on the stretched.

Ambulance

"Sir, do you hear me?" one of the paramedics asked when Tony began to moan on the ride to the hospital. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Tony," Tony managed to mutter. "NCIS, Ziva," he uttered before going fully unconscious.

"What did he say?" the man asked, looking at the others around him.

"I think he said NCIS," another paramedic said. "See if he has any identification on him."

The paramedics searched his pockets. "Found it," the first man asked. "Joe, he works for NCIS. Hey, Jones, we need to go to Bethesda, this man's a Navy cop," he yelled up front to the ambulance driver. "It's closer anyways," he said to Joe, the man sitting across from him.

Ziva's Apartment

Ziva had just returned to her apartment from running when her cell phone went off. Her gut had been telling her all evening that something was wrong, but she could not figure it out. Not recognizing the number, Ziva hesitantly answered it.

"Officer David," she answered.

"This is Rhonda Wilson from Bethesda Hospital, we have you listed as one of the next of kin for a Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo?"

"Yes, did something happen to him?" Ziva asked, her gut telling her that this is what had been worrying her the past few hours.

"It seems that Mr. DiNozzo has been involved in an accident, and we would like for you to come to the hospital."

Tony was hurt! Ziva could not believe it. She had just seen him not two hours ago, he was his normal self heading to his car, excited about being able to see another marathon of Magnum, P.I. "I will be there as soon as possible," Ziva told the nurse before hanging up and leaving her apartment.

Hospital

Ziva ran into the hospital up to the front desk. "My partner was brought here. Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo," she said to the nurse. "Do you know where he is?"

"Currently he is in surgery, I will let the doctor know you are here and he will come talk to you whenever he is able," the nurse told her. "You can wait in that room over there if you would like," she said, pointing towards the waiting room at the end of the hall.

Ziva slowly made her way to a chair in the corner of the room, not paying attention to anything around her.

"He does not have my permission," Ziva heard from the other corner. "He has too much to live for."

"Gibbs, I was just about to call you," Ziva said, surprised, yet half-expecting, to see Gibbs sitting there.

"He has both of us as his next of kin in case something happens," Gibbs explained the unanswered question in Ziva's eyes.

"Do you know what happened?" Ziva asked, sitting down next to the marine.

"Drunk driver swerved into Tony's lane," Gibbs explained, taking a drink of the coffee he had brought from his house. "Man died right after the paramedics reached the wreck. They said Tony was just barely alive. He kept mumbling your name," he said, hiding the smirk that threatened to appear. He knew the feelings the two had for each other, it reminded him of when he and Jen were younger. But, he could see something different. The two were willing to hide their feelings, whereas he and Jen were never able to do so.

"He will be okay," Ziva stated firmly. "His death will be like one of those action movies he has forced me to watch over and over again. He wouldn't like his autobiography end with a drunk driver," she added. Gibbs could not help but let out a small laugh.

"You are probably right," Gibbs said, nodding his head. That was Tony through and through.

The minutes passed by, Ziva began pacing the room just to keep herself awake. Having been investigating the petty officer's kidnapping for the past forty-eight hours, Ziva was beginning to feel the strain. If she sat for any amount of time, she began nodding off, only to jerk awake not thirty seconds later. Gibbs sat drinking his third coffee, the caffeine keeping him awake.

"What is taking so long? This cannot be good," Ziva exclaimed, plopping herself down in the chair.

Five minutes later, Gibbs and Ziva heard a man walk into the room. "Agent Gibbs, you must tell your agents that we have to stop meeting this way," the doctor said, walking over to shake Gibbs' hand.

"Do you know him?" Ziva asked, confused.

"Doctor, this is Mossad Officer Ziva David. Ziva, this is Dr. Brad Pitt," Gibbs introduced the two and Ziva did a double –take.

"I get that a lot," Dr. Pitt said, smiling at Ziva's reaction.

"How is Tony?" Ziva asked, recovering fast.

"He should be okay. He has a mild concussion that knocked him unconscious for a bit. His left arm was severely broken, and will have to be in a cast for a few months. Three of his ribs were broken, and one punctured his lung, but we were able to fix that. He is awake, and wanting to talk to you, actually," Dr. Pitt said, nodding towards Ziva. "He has not stopped mumbling your name since he was brought here."

"Thanks, doctor," Gibbs said, shaking the doctor's hand again. "Ziva, go in there. I'm going to call McGee and Abby and give them the update," he told the Israeli, knowing how much the woman wanted to see Tony.

Tony's Room

Ziva slowly walked into the hospital room, afraid of what she might find on the other side of the door.

"I'm not that bad," Tony said, smiling as he watched the door open hesitantly. When Ziva walked into the room, Tony said, "This makes three cars in the last five years that have been totaled.

"Well maybe you should learn to drive," Ziva playfully shot back.

"Hey, none were my fault!" Tony defended. "I wasn't even in the first two cars. I don't know how I made it out of this wreck," he said honestly.

"The emergency workers do not know either. It was on fire when they got there, but you were not burned," Ziva explained, sitting in the chair next to Tony's bed.

"We didn't get betrothed or anything did we?" Tony asked and Ziva raised her eyebrow. "I kept having these weird dreams the whole time I was in there," Tony explained, staring at the ceiling. "I remembered pieces of my childhood when my mother was still alive. There was another about us getting married, and later you being pregnant with our third baby."

"Your mind was playing tricks on you," Ziva told him. "You were hurt, and your brain was not working right."

"Maybe, my mind was showing me what I am missing," Tony said, turning his head to look at Ziva. "Maybe I want to have you, maybe I want a family with you."

"Tony, your subconscious does strange things when you are hurt," Ziva tried to point out.

"Maybe, but I know it is all the truth. I've been too stubborn lately to admit to myself that I am in love with you. I have been ever since you first walked into the squad room. Every day I learn new things about you that just make me love you even more," Tony admitted, staring intently into Ziva's eyes. "I'm not saying this because of the pain killers. I made a promise to myself that I would tell you how I felt the first chance I got."

"What about Rule Twelve?" Ziva asked.

"It's time for you to have your own set of rules," Gibbs said from the doorway. "Those rules were to help you guys become who you are, and to help keep you in line."

"Thanks, Boss," Tony said, smiling goofily. Ziva and Gibbs could tell the pain killers were finally kicking in.

"I will let you get some rest, my hairy little butt," Ziva said, leaning over the bed and kissing Tony's forehead. "Ani Ohev Otach," she whispered in his ear before straightening up and leaving the room.

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